Page 52 of Defended By the SEAL

“Shut up, Cowboy.” She looked at the puddle around her feet with a horrified gasp. “Should we clean that up?”

“I feel like no, but maybe. I don’t know. Should we ask your mom?”

She laughed hard, a snort coming out. “Oh no, no laughing. Laughing’s bad.” She turned and shuffled off the dance floor.

Leo pointed to the puddle, alerting the other dancers. “Look out, there’s uh… stuff… liquid…”

Gemma appeared out of nowhere. “I’ll take care of it. Go.” She waved him off. “Go!”

Charlotte waddled to the car, shaking off Cowboy’s steadying hand. “I feel like I wet my pants at a party.”

“You kinda did. But guess what?”

“What?”

“Before we go to sleep today, we’ll get to hold our baby.”

She tucked her chin and eyed him skeptically. “After I squeeze him out of my hoo-ha. I’m a little worried about that part.”

When he spoke, his voice was oddly hoarse. “And then we’ll be a family.”

Her eyes lit up. “We should get our names detailed on your truck. Just you and me, though. If we put Jack on there it will look like we’re a throuple.”

“We definitely don’t want that.”

“No. But I want my name in hot pink glitter paint. Can they do that?”

“I don’t see why not.” He took her hand to help her down the stairs to the parking lot, and she let him since she couldn’t see her feet.

She sighed contentedly. “I need to sparkle.”

He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. “You already do, Charlotte. You already do.”